[ His hand starts to grip hers, sight unseen, and for a moment thinks about forgetting Abel. Then, instead, he remembers Abel forgot him. It hits unexpectedly hard and part of him is furious, separating siblings like that for any reason. Even death is not a large enough gap for him to forgive the actions of the Reapers. Especially since as far as he knows, there was no point except to taunt him. To wave this failure in front of his face and turn the most important person in the world into nothing but a pawn for... for what?
Cain doesn't know if he'll ever know that, or if he'll meet Remus again, or have his brother back in any form. Truly. Abel is his brother but Abel doesn't know what that means and it isn't the same. His brother's been taken away.
His hand is still gripping tight and from one breath to the next, he forces himself to relax. Take it down a notch. Just let the whirlwind whip up those emotions and toss them aside. This anger and bottomless pit of guilt, despair... that's not going to leave him for a very long time, he's certain. Nothing will be forever, he hopes, and yet right now—right now, Lucretia is here.
The Reapers aim to slice and cut and hurt. They're scared of something. Lucretia is the opposite, loves her friends so much that something drove her to... to the unthinkable. Something beyond his emotional scope.
It's complicated. ]
That's... part of my own complicated too, actually. [ Hopefully that explains the pause, the grip, the tension that's taken over. ] If you wouldn't hurt them, it would have to be something worse.
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Cain doesn't know if he'll ever know that, or if he'll meet Remus again, or have his brother back in any form. Truly. Abel is his brother but Abel doesn't know what that means and it isn't the same. His brother's been taken away.
His hand is still gripping tight and from one breath to the next, he forces himself to relax. Take it down a notch. Just let the whirlwind whip up those emotions and toss them aside. This anger and bottomless pit of guilt, despair... that's not going to leave him for a very long time, he's certain. Nothing will be forever, he hopes, and yet right now—right now, Lucretia is here.
The Reapers aim to slice and cut and hurt. They're scared of something. Lucretia is the opposite, loves her friends so much that something drove her to... to the unthinkable. Something beyond his emotional scope.
It's complicated. ]
That's... part of my own complicated too, actually. [ Hopefully that explains the pause, the grip, the tension that's taken over. ] If you wouldn't hurt them, it would have to be something worse.